The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 425 Quick Boost: Your Glasses Are Beautiful~

"Then why don't you say that we hired Detective Chuck to investigate the serious disadvantages to your client~"

The bald prosecutor Ben Stone motioned the defense lawyers to look at Chuck in the audience, teased him, and then said with a smile: "You should focus on the case that can be won. The appeals court may take this case, But now the verdict of the facts has come out, the jury has ruled that the defendant is guilty, she is guilty! This cannot be changed no matter what!"

In the United States, there are first instance, second instance and third instance.

The first trial is this trial with a jury. The jurors composed of ordinary people decide the facts, and then the judge decides the sentence.

Even if the defendant refuses to accept the case and appeals to the second-instance appeal court, the appeal court without a jury can only review legal issues, such as whether the procedure is legal and the sentencing is reasonable.

But the jury's verdict of guilt cannot be overturned.

There is a joke in the American legal circle: Even if the jury decides that the moon is made of cheese, the appeals court cannot overturn this factual ruling, but can only see whether there is a problem with the procedure of the result that the moon is made of cheese.

Of course, jokes are jokes.

These are the normal rules.

But once the face is lost, these so-called rules are the same as toilet paper. Even the judge of the first instance can directly declare the factual verdict made by the jury representing public opinion invalid, let alone the appellate court of the second instance and the Supreme Court of the final instance. up.

A justice of the U.S. Supreme Court once said: We have the final say not because we don’t make mistakes, we don’t make mistakes because we have the final say!
It's so arrogant!

There are only juries representing public opinion in the first instance, while the appellate court of the second instance and the Supreme Court of Final Appeal do not set up juries at all, and the judges have the final say.

But a beast mother who wants to pursue her dream in the entertainment industry and can only force her daughter to make small movies does not have the connections and ability to make the appellate judge and the Supreme Court justice feel ashamed for her.

There are no loopholes in the legal process.

So the defense lawyer said that he would appeal, that is to say, it was meaningless.

The beast mother is in jail.

20 years to life imprisonment for second-degree murder. After entering the prison, she has plenty of time to sleep and fantasize, instead of pretending to be asleep when her daughter is begging her.

"Success!"

"You deserve it!"

The old friends were all very happy when they heard the verdict.

Especially Monica.

She has a special concern for this girl who committed suicide, and she always feels a little bit of empathy with her. Now she has succeeded in seeking justice for the girl, which feels like a successful counterattack by her mother.

"congratulations!"

Vickers Wieland's laughter came from behind: "It's a wonderful trial!"

"This is a victory for justice."

Monica smiled at her.

"Let's get to know each other formally, Vix Wieland!"

Vix Wieland held out her hand to Monica.

"Monica Geller."

Monica glanced at Chuck and reached out to shake her hand.

"Detective Chuck, I've known you for a long time."

Vix Wieland ignored Ross and the others who were excited and anxious to reach out but dared not, and looked at Chuck.

Chuck nodded without speaking.

"Miss Wieland, why did you appear here?"

Monica looked at the dazzling Vix Wieland with strange eyes, and then glanced at Chuck again.

"Just call me Vickers."

Vickers said with a smile: "This case is very special, isn't it? A poor daughter was forced to death by her own mother. Is this a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality? I think it has special feelings for many people. "

"You're so right."

Monica couldn't help agreeing: "The warmer most normal mother-daughter relationships are, the more it brings out the distortion and sadness of abnormal mother-daughter relationships."

"Do you dare to say that to your mother?"

Ross couldn't help but complain.

"Just tell mom!"

Monica gave her brother a white look: "I originally wanted to invite her to come and see it, but it was a pity that Chuck woke me up and knew that it would be useless. It would be better if you went and told her."

"I'm not going to tell you."

Ross muttered in a low voice, "It's not me who has a problem with maternal love."

"Maybe it's just you!"

Chandler complained: "Chuck, Monica, me, Phoebe, Joey, Rachel, we all have some opinions on maternal love."

"What does this have to do with me?"

"I love my mom the most, Chandler, what are you talking about?"

Rachel and Joey were suddenly unhappy.

"You really want me to tell you?"

Chandler taunted: "Rachel, you are my father's airtight little padded jacket. Since you escaped marriage, you have always only talked about your father like this and your father like that. I have never heard you mention your mother. Is this normal? ?
Joey, let alone you!

Since you asked me before, whether your mother is very sexy in my eyes, after I didn’t want to answer, you went to show me the photos of your mother when she was young, and insisted on me talking about sexy, you really Feel normal? "

"But my mother was really sexy when she was young!"

Unlike Rachel's speechless, Joey said dissatisfied.

"I love my mom, but she doesn't give it a chance."

For the Nth time, Phoebe showed her sad expression when she mentioned her mother.

"Okay, what do you want this time?"

All the old friends shouted in unison.

"I didn't ask for anything, and I didn't deny that my mother-daughter relationship with my mother was abnormal."

Phoebe tossed her braid and laughed.

"See?"

Chandler shrugged at the stunned Ross, "We are different from you!"

"..."

Rose's mouth twitched.

He hated Chandler more and more now, and even excluded him from the circle of old friends again. What's even worse was that Chuck was still in it, as if the six of them were friends with similar backgrounds and similar interests.

"Dr. Wolf, thanks for the help!"

The bald prosecutor Ben Stone came over with the African-American assistant prosecutor and thanked Chuck.

"How does it feel to not plead a deal?"

Chuck looked at them blankly.

"……Good."

Compared to the black assistant prosecutor's mouth twitching, the bald prosecutor Ben Stone smiled slightly: "Especially in this kind of case."

When encountering a case that particularly disgusts him, he also tends not to conduct a prosecution and defense transaction, but he can't completely make the decision, he just executes the prosecutor, and the boss is required.

And his boss also has to abide by the game of plea bargaining.

No one can really do whatever they want.

"Let's go first."

The bald prosecutor Ben Stone glanced at Vix Wieland and smiled at everyone.

"Great job!"

The African-American assistant prosecutor said sincerely.

"It's a little better than last time."

Chuck said straightforwardly.

The African-American assistant prosecutor was stunned for a moment, showing a black question mark expression, and then realized what the case was last time, glanced at Vix Wieland, nodded and left.

The smile on the corner of Vix Wieland's mouth remained unchanged. After Chandler flamboyantly pulled away a group of old friends and gave the venue to Chuck, Monica and her, she looked at Chuck and said with a smile: "I heard from Caroline that your relationship is getting closer?"

"She is very close to my new assistant."

Chuck said calmly.

"May I ask, do you have any opinion on me?"

Vix Wieland stared at Chuck.

"You think highly of yourself."

Chuck looked at her and said frankly.

"is it?"

Vix Wieland and him looked at each other for a long time, but none of them took the initiative to look away: "Maybe I really think too much."

As he spoke, he took a deep look at Chuck, looked away at Monica, who had a melon-eating expression, and said with a smile, "Nice to meet you, Monica."

"Me too."

Monica smiled politely.

"See you next time."

Vix Wieland turned and left, walked a few steps, turned around and looked over, pointed to her ear, with a half-smile: "Your glasses are beautiful~"

After finishing speaking, under Monica's inexplicable gaze, she stepped on her high heels and left, but she didn't take a few steps, but the words coming from behind made her high heels knock on the ground, and then she continued to knock and left.

"Is there a 50-year-old prince in the world?"

"Chuck, what are you talking about?"

Monica had already trained her ears and eyesight during the long-term scientific research cooperation with Chuck, and Vix Wieland's foot stamping naturally fell into her eyes.

"It's nothing."

Chuck raised his decorative glasses, looked at Vix Wieland's tall back, and calmly said, "Stay away from her in the future!"

"I know."

Monica smiled and said, "I'm still afraid that you will ask me to hang out with her more and pull her over. Her appearance and figure are definitely above the baseline of your scientific research partner."

"Do I need you to pull?"

Chuck asked bluntly.

"You are great."

Monica said unhappily: "You think I want to help you, don't you..."

Having said this, she frowned and touched her temple, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Let's go."

Chuck greeted Monica and left the courtroom.

After leaving the court and getting into the car, Monica felt much better. When she looked up, she saw the tall and beautiful figure of Vickers Wieland, who bent down and entered the luxury building when the driver got out of the car and opened the door respectfully. In the car, walk away.

"Chuck, I know you don't need my help, you're perfectly capable of doing it yourself, but the question is why don't you?"

Monica couldn't help asking: "Vickers's condition, even a woman's heart is moved by seeing it, should it be the best partner for you?"

"She's ambitious, she's capable, she's dangerous."

Chuck was succinct.

"Very ambitious...very capable...very dangerous..."

Monica chewed on Chuck's evaluation of Vickers Wieland, quite shocked.

She knew how high Chuck's vision was. Even if Vix Wieland was the daughter of the owner of the Wieland Company, she definitely didn't deserve these three evaluations.

What did Vix Wieland do to make Chuck give such a high three evaluations.

I wanted to ask again, but seeing that Chuck obviously didn't mean anything, I had no choice but to swallow the words that came to my mouth.

She now had a better understanding of Chuck's reminder to stay away from Vix Wieland.

"But her aesthetics are still good."

Monica did not ask how these three evaluations were obtained, but recalled the conversation with Vix Wieland just now, and couldn't help laughing: "I also think you look the most handsome and have the most temperament when you wear glasses. ~"

Speaking of this, she looked at Chuck with moist eyes, obviously remembering the scene when she and Chuck had just started a science laboratory, she wanted to challenge her weakness, and finally asked Chuck not to take off her glasses.

Chuck never took off his glasses when he was with her after that!
How considerate.

Chuck glanced at her, then accelerated and accelerated knowingly.

Ping An Town.

Mountainside Villa.

"Chuck, don't take off your glasses!"

Monica saw that the preparation of the scientific research premise was over, and when she was about to get to the point, Chuck suddenly took off her glasses, and she was suddenly unhappy.

Never mind.

But today, I just heard Vix Wieland praise Chuck's glasses, which is the same as what her heroine thinks. She is in a good mood, and she doesn't want to lose the fuse of glasses.

"Wait until the satellite I ordered is in the sky, and then wear it!"

Chuck explained, ignoring her bewildered face, and soon made her completely forget about it.

After letting Monica fall into a sound sleep, Chuck got up and went to his master bedroom to clean himself. After finishing, he put on his glasses again and said to himself: "Give her a warning, if you harass her again, just unplug the network cable!"

The watch on Chuck's wrist vibrated undetectably.

In a luxurious high-rise apartment.

A tall and slender beauty, Vix Wieland, was sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. There was a laptop in front of her, and she was operating it with her fingers flying. She stopped there suddenly, looked at the big red letters displayed on the screen, and raised the corners of her mouth. : "Pull out the network cable directly? This is a very interesting metaphor."

Of course, pulling out the network cable is not just a literal sense of pulling out the network cable.

If you unplug the network cable, won't you plug it back in again?
This is not an online financial transaction. It is useless to unplug the network cable even if it is plugged back in again.

The network is just an extension of the people who use it in front of the computer. The real unplugging of the network cable, of course, is to completely disobey the rules and directly unplug the person using the network cable. This is the real physical unplugging of the network cable.

"Hello, sigh! Cypher sends you hello!"

Vix Wieland pondered for a while, then typed out a line of words with flying fingers.

However, there was no response from the other side.

This made her frown.

A sigh may be a ghost on the Internet, but she is also hidden on the Internet under the code name Cypher, and she is a big boss who can call wind and rain on the Internet.

Now she found another basis for a sigh in reality, greeted her politely, and wanted to discuss important matters together, but why did the other party treat her as nothing, even unwilling to communicate.

Is this looking down on her?
For a moment, she moved her fingers, wanting to teach the online ghost she discovered a lesson, but thinking that she was at a disadvantage against her just now, and the amazing record of Detective Chuck since his debut also made her extremely jealous, so her fingers recovered. Calm.

"I love your eyes and look forward to the day I see you in person."

After Vix Wieland finished sending the message, she unplugged the network cable, got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the night in New York. In the mirror, her eyes were shining brightly.

"The king governs the dynasty, but he will die eventually. This is inevitable and the law of nature. How can there be a prince who has been in the world for 50 years..."

(End of this chapter)